Spies

By maddin foxxxy

A precious moment
printed
in thousand beautiful
colors
of all kind
all over your face

Smiling
seems more gracious
from the child
you are -
Innocence revived

The echoes
in the mind
are formed
from laughing
so hard
inside this
empty room

You know
how sometimes
you get to live so fully
you can't remember
what is it
that surrounds you?

Until the spies
appear
and you feel
being watched...
discovered
from being happy

The precious moment
shattered...
December is more
cold
And loneliness begins
to mean
being alone

We never get to
die...

We never seem to
die...

Only from
the
inside

Only inside

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Published on Sunday, November 16, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Spies"

On Thursday, May 14, 2009, bpathos (77) wrote:

The jagged visual aspect gave the read a "Live" or "Shaky Camera" effect. I enjoyed it.
On Wednesday, November 19, 2003, Stranger (263) wrote:

You continue to blow me away. I am so often stunned by your work. There is such an intimacy in your poems. They make me feel that I right there with you; feeling what you are feeling. Loved the December metaphor. It gave me a chill.
On Tuesday, November 18, 2003, purr_verse (1052) wrote:

This is a great poem... I especially like the fourth stanza - that's beautifully observed. well done! :) purr
On Tuesday, November 18, 2003, frost bite (43) wrote:

wow this is really my style of reading here, i really liked this it held my attention and was a great piece! i liked 'December is more cold And loneliness begins to mean being alone' very nice!
On Monday, November 17, 2003, OLd SouL (717) wrote:

*hugs maddin* I love the way you write. So sad yet beautiful... this shows the progression or combination well. its something I am for in myself. :::OLd
A former member wrote: You master words so well...I love the dramatic ending in this piece...such a calm tranquil beginning, leading to such...despair...beautiful.
On Monday, November 17, 2003, Spiritus_Frumenti (340) wrote:

i love this piece...especially the 4th and 5th stanza...i feel that way too, sometimes...it is difficult sometimes to feel happy when everybody is watching...then you feel insecure and bo back to solitude and the dark.... -l-